My Florida

Lucky Mud
Mike McKinney


This is just what it seems - what Florida means to me - not wistful rivers and endangered species but humidity and heat and hard work and fences that need to be repaired. And thunderstorms. And why I love it all.


Even at midnight it's too hot to sleep

So humid it's like living underwater

Birds don't sing in the morning trees

Clothes stick to my skin

I'd pay money for a breeze

In Florida


Young men get old working in the sun

Old men die just to get a day off

Women shade their eyes with a glistening hand

Not even a cloud to cool the land

In Florida


So why does my heart beat faster?

Why do I love it so?

Why do I hate to leave this state

And when I do

Why do I always want to go back to Florida?


My blood runs hot in Florida

Believe it or not, it's my Florida

Love it or leave it


Black clouds stick to the tops of the trees

Hard rain beats down on the black dirt

There's a hole in the fence where the cows got through

Gotta patch it up Just one more thing to do

In Florida


Dogs lie panting in the shade of the porch

Weeds growing up around the car

But just remember, if you don't love my state

Then stay where the hell you are

I'll keep Florida

Believe it or not, it's my Florida

So Love it, or leave it

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